Life's hectic race

Take time to smell the roses

Dreamers cant keep up
With those that walk
The quickest pace.
They like to stroll
While other's rush
To win life's hectic race.
Those who push the rest aside,
The hustling bustling kind
Forge ahead and leave
The dreamers far behind.
But the dreamer sees
A lot the other fellows miss.
He has time to look around
And feel the suns warm kiss.
Time to watch and wonder,
Pausing here and there.
Time to pray and time to ponder.
Time to stand and stare.
Oftentimes the hustlers flag
Before they reach their goal
Having no rescorces left
Of body, brain or soul.
The dreamers overtake them,
Ambling they go past
Having come the long slow way,
The dreamers climb the mast.

Reviews

[Anthony Hall]

Yes we are all dreamers, but poets always see the beauty in every situation. Thanks Lydi..Tony**

[Lydia Shutter]

Dreamers see things other don't and I think that is worth getting to where ever we are going last. After all, we are poets. We appreciate the beauty all around us and drink it in when ever we can. This is such a lovely poem, Tony. Lydi**

[NA]

Food for thought Tony...enjoyed :) x